"I need more Nectar," Si explained, "As a member of the Divine Race, I can see the possibilities in the Virtual Timelines. In every instance of myself within the Virtual Timelines, I am cursed by an Ancient God. Unless every single one is removed, the rest of me on other timelines will be cursed again."
"What kind of noble illness is this?"
Li Qianxia stroked the rabbit head, curiously asking, "How much would you need, approximately?"
"Two concerts a year, for three hundred years, or," Si looked toward the shuttle's front window, "a trip to the Divine Will Great Wall."
They were in an elliptical space shuttle. Besides Si, there were five others, all clad in armor made from Mier Metal. Some people might not be so wealthy, or for other reasons, only covered important parts with Mi'er Metal, while the rest of the armor was made of another metal, or simply left exposed.
